On A Claire Day by Carla Ventresca and Henry Beckett

On A Claire Day

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  1. simpsonfan2

    simpsonfan2 said, about 1 year ago

    I guess he doesn’t know Klingon.

  2. spazmaticcelery

    spazmaticcelery said, about 1 year ago

    @simpsonfan2

    Too many people could translate klingon

  3. rshive

    rshive said, about 1 year ago

    Probably a dialect that Cafe Alexa doesn’t speak.

  4. Logan Sackett

    Logan Sackett GoComics PRO Member said, about 1 year ago

    @rshive

    hopefully.

  5. comicsssfan

    comicsssfan said, about 1 year ago

    Apparently, according to the Internet, this is some form of Italian language that is difficult to learn and use. This was the language of the workers and many Italians upon coming here will stop using it and will not teach it to their kids. My parents were fluent in a lot of foreign languages that they didn’t bother to teach us out of sheer laziness. But they claim it was for purposes of assimilation and “self esteem.” It’s like saying you don’t want to mow the lawn for fear of wearing out the lawnmower. If they were so worried about assimilation, then how does it look to be dirty, badly clothed, starving and wandering the streets all day and night? Of course they weren’t worried about how we assimilated. It’s just a fancy sounding excuse for utter sloth.

  6. Jon Hra

    Jon Hra said, about 1 year ago

    @comicsssfan

    I have a friend who’s mother immigrated from Poland and all his mother spoke was Polish. When he started school he couldn’t speak English. He was so mortified that when he learned English he never spoke or answered to Polish again which forced his mother to learn conversational English! By the time he was in high school he had completely forgotten how to speak or understand Polish. He didn’t mind and I always thought it was such a shame.

  7. comicsssfan

    comicsssfan said, about 1 year ago

    @Jon Hra

    Well, then my dad had not have been lying. He had a lot of stories like this to tell me. I always thought they were apacryphal.

  8. hippogriff

    hippogriff said, about 1 year ago

    Jon Hra: I am in a “predominately Hispanic congregation” over half of whom cannot speak fluent Spanish – and some of those who can have English, German, or French surnames and learned it as a second language.

  9. starlilies

    starlilies said, about 1 year ago

    My parents came here from PR and only knew Spanish, so we grew up only speaking Spanish at home. When my older brother started school, the teacher sent a note home and said that he could not continue to attend class unless he spoke only English. So he refused to listen to anything my parents said to him in Spanish and would only speak to them in English. Eventually, he forgot the Spanish. I was lucky. I continued to talk to my parents in Spanish and to my brother in English and learned the best of both worlds. Unfortunately, since I have no one to speak Spanish with any longer, I lost the conversational part of it, but I can understand every single word in a Spanish conversation.

  10. rkozakand

    rkozakand said, about 1 year ago

    I did not speak English when I started Kindergarten, but soon learned. It’s easy at that age. I grew up fluent in two languages and have since added several more. I spoke to my parents in English, and to my grandparents in Ukrainian. It would have been extremely rude to speak English to them. Growing up bilingual is an incredible advantage.

  11. ted.hering

    ted.hering said, about 1 year ago

    I suspect a lot of Pop’s “recipes” call for “a dash of this” and “a dab of that.” Hard to capture in writing.

  12. comicsssfan

    comicsssfan said, about 1 year ago

    @rkozakand

    “Growing up bilingual is an incredible advantage.”
    -———————-
    It sure is. But some parents don’t care about that, because they think it’s all about them. Then, later when visiting relatives my dad would wave his hands in fake frustration, as if I had stubbornly refused to learn when he tried to teach. The relatives would look at me disapprovingly, and say I was too Americanized. Funny that I was the only child who would bother to visit relatives. My sisters were too proud to let this junk happen to them. My older brother had gotten a little too rustic to take out in public.

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